Weedle> Contents:
Weedle> Hauser
Weedle> Obvious exits:
Weedle> West <W> leads to Southwestern Forest: Hidden Clearing.
Weedle> North <N> leads to Viridian Forest - Route 2: Darkened Trek.
Weedle> South <S> leads to Viridian Forest - Route 2: Winding Path.

Weedle> Hauser stalks down the path, grumbling something incoherent about the humidity to himself. Taking short, syncopated draws from his cigarette, he trudges down the path, obviously in a rather unpleasant mood.

Weedle> Amidst the small ocean of tall grass and other plants is a small female Weedle. She seems to be just approaching adulthood, and there's nothing really spectacular about her... well, unless you include the fact that her eyes are shut tightly and that she's stumbling about dumbly. Uh, why doesn't she... open them?

Weedle> Hauser stops in midstride, hearing the Weedle before he sees it. Scanning the undergrowth, he locates the source of the rustling, and breathes a barely audible sigh of relief. He casts his smoking butt to the ground and crushes it beneath his bootheel. "Well," he declares, "what have we here?"

Weedle> The Weedle would blink, were her eyes open. <What? Oh! A human!> She "glances" to the right, to the left, then in Hauser's general direction. <Oh, woe is me!> She suddenly shrieks, falling limply on her side. <A spell hast befallen me, and I shall eternally be blind... however, a kiss from a handsome prince will save me!> She blinks open one eye very slightly, just to make sure the human is there. Then she slams her eyelids closed again. Um. Okay. Hauser probably can't understand Weedles anyway.

Weedle> Hauser raises an eyebrow. "Hmmm," he wonders aloud, "must be sick or somethin'. Oh well, less work for me." He reaches into his jacket pocket and withdraws a Pokeball. "C'mon Nails," he says, thumbing the release, "you've got work to do." A crackling field of red light arcs from the sphere in his hand, before coalescing into a larger, purple spheroid form.

Weedle> Hauser chooses a Koffing!
Weedle> Nails has arrived.

Weedle> The Weedle pauses for a moment. Behind her eyelids she rolls her eyes, though, of course, Hauser and his Koffing wouldn't be able to see it. <Uh, hel-lo-oo? I'm -blind- here? Give me a kiss! I don't care if you're not a Weedle!> She pauses for a moment, and quickly adds, <Of course, you darn well might be. I don't know. I am...> She gets back up onto all of her little round feet, before falling back down. <Blind, after all...>

Weedle> Hauser blinks twice, his normally unflappable cynicism buckling in the wake of the Koffing's rumbled translation. "Yer kiddin'," he says flatly, his voice rife with subdued incredulity. Stepping a little closer to the tiny bug, he narrows his eyes. "You've been hittin' the bug spray, right?"

Weedle> The bug really, really wants to glare at Hauser. Really. <No! An evil Butterfree cast a horrible spell on me!> She wails softly as she speaks, though her eyelids stay completely closed. <Give me a kiss! Please! Release me from this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad curse! I wish to see again!> She stands up on all of her legs, only to dramatically fall over on her side once more.

Weedle> Hauser seems to quail for a moment, looking back to the poison pokemon. "Yer sure about this," he asks, a pained expression on his face. "Ya'd better not be yankin' my chain, greaseball, 'cause if you are..." Hauser trails off, shaking a warning fist at the Koffing. The Koffing, for it's part, simply bobs in the air, the beginnings of laughter rumbling inside its gassy body. It seems to shrug, at least as much as a floating ball of gas can do so. Hauser sighs deeply, turning back to the Weedle. "We can't just beat the thing down, nooo," he grumbles under his breath. The young man approaches the bug with trepidation, the look in his normally sour face a priceless one.

Weedle> The Weedle, however, doesn't know of Hauser's approach, though she does feel his feet hitting the ground. However, she happens to think that he is leaving. <N... no! No! Please! Save me from my curse! You... you good for nothing-> What she says next doesn't really need a translation. "Weedle!! Dull dul weed weedlewee weedle!!" Hey, you'd be mad too if a Butterfree cast a spell on you (yeah, right), too!

Weedle> Hauser blinks almost audibly at the stream of obscenity pouring from the bug's mouth. "Hey," he grumbles, "easy there you cocka-roach...whadda ya think I'm doin'?" Steeling himself, he crosses the (seemingly endless) distance to the Weedle, and kneels down beside it. "Okay," he says, "now don't get any funny ideas. We're just gonna do dis thing, and it'll be between us...right?"

Somewhere a Meowth finds a shiny coin and tucks it carefully away. (Saving.)

Weedle> If the bug's eyes were open, there would be little hearts instead of pupils. <You came back for me! Oh, thank you! Thank you! You do care for this small... innocent... blind... princess of the Weedles!> The Weedle gets up onto all of her feet this time, but this time, she does not dramatically fall over on her side. <Now shut up and kiss me!> Uh huh.

Weedle> Everything is pale gray, veiled by mist. It's warm, humid, and still.

Weedle> Hauser's eyes are like saucers as the Koffing relays the Weedle's latest. "And I never wanna hear a word outta you about this," he mutters dangerously, looking back to the poison pokemon, "Got it, Greaseball?" The Koffing simply rumbles with mirth, emitting a tiny puff of sulfurous smoke. Hauser groans, turning back to the bug and leaning over. The Rocket has to get on hands and knees and lean over almost completely to reach, coming to a stop inches from the Weedle's pointy little head. "Here goes nothin'," he mutters to no one in particular, puckering up...

Weedle> The Weedle swoons. <Oh, thank you! Thank you!> She leans forward to kiss Hauser. However, chances are that unless the Rocket sees it coming, he is about to get poked by the Weedle's stinger instead of getting a nice smooch from the "blind" Weedle. Uh oh. <I can't wait to see again!> The Weedle smiles as her pointer gets really close to Hauser.

Weedle> Hauser, unfortunately, has his eyes closed (who wouldn't?), and is unaware of his impending discomfort. Leaning ever closer, the moment of contact draws nigh, and finally arrives. Time slows to a crawl; all is still and quiet except for the tympanic beating of the young Rocket's heart, a soft, respectful silence; somewhere in the distance, a Growlithe barks. Some time later, maybe a second, maybe a year, the placid peace of the forest is broken by a loud, ear-shattering "YOWWWW!" Anyone entering this neck of the woods would see a young man, hopping madly from foot to foot, clutching a *rapidly* swelling lip, and a Koffing, helpless with gassy laughter, bouncing wildly in the air...

Weedle> The Weedle, unaware of what she did to Hauser, would scratch her head if she had any limbs. <Uh...> Pause. Pause. <Um...> Pause. Pause. <Why isn't my sight back?! Aaaugh! Augh! You're not a prince, are you?!> Never mind that the bouncing Rocket likely doesn't hear the bug's squeak. <You... you... treacherous villain! I shall be blinded for life! Oh, woe is me!> Once again, she falls onto her side overdramatically.

Weedle> Hauser stares in disbelief at the Weedle, eyes welling with tears. "You dung me," he yells, swollen lip impairing his ability to speak, "I cad't bedieve you dung me!" Whirling around to face the Koffing, Hauser stamps his foot indignantly. "Naild," he yells, "dod't dust zid dere, do domeding!" The poison pokemon, however, is far too busy bellowing with laughter to do anything of the sort.

Weedle> The bug struggles back up to her round feet, and turns her head away from the Rocket and his Pokemon (she used her sense of hearing to know where they were, of course). <Well, that's it. I'm going to go find a strong, handsome Caterpie to cure me of my blindness.> She takes a step forward, before turning her head to look back. <Unless that... probably very handsome thing would like to try?> Perhaps she's referring to Koffing? Or perhaps she's insane.

Weedle> Hauser sits against a tree in a huff, nursing his stung lip, now a good three times its normal size. The Koffing continues to laugh heartily at its owner's expense, but its laughter is soon stopped cold by the Weedle's comment. The pokemon's already bulging eyes bug out even farther, its gaping maw more gaping that usual. <Wha--?> Hauser looks up to his pokemon for a moment, eyes narrowed. "Whad," he asks, "did id dey?" As a very shocked Koffing rumbles a translation, a smile creeps across his face (causing no small amount of pain in the process, naturally). "Weou," he mumbles, an evil glint in his eyes, "are'd du godda kidd de laby?" The Koffing stares, wide-eyed at Hauser, before sighing a smoky sigh and dejectedly floating over towards the bug.

Weedle> The bug squeezes her eyes even more shut. She's never seen... err, she's never heard a Koffing before, so she really can't tell that the disgusting poison type is most likely, erm, not a handsome prince. <Please, kind... non-human thing! Free me from my terrible curse!> She falls over on her side dramatically once again.

Weedle> Nails floats over towards the Weedle, nervously venting wisps of gasses. Hauser watches the scene with relish, almost forgetting his throbbing lip...almost. Sinking to the Weedle's level, Nails drifts over, eyeing the bug. Licking non-existent lips with a ichor-coated tongue, the gasball leans over slowly...

Weedle> The Weedle isn't completely positive that the Koffing is within kissing reach, but she decides to take the chance. Getting back up onto her feet, the Weedle stretches out slowly, cautiously, her, uh, 'lips', uh, 'puckered' for the Koffing. This time, however, she probably won't sting the victim. At the angle she's moving her head at, the Koffing will have to actually go out of her way to get stung. How nice.

Weedle> Nails closes her peg-toothed maw as much as possible, and leans in to 'kiss' the Weedle. The poison pokemon presses her slimy mouth to the bug's, covering the Weedle's entire face in the process. Though she tries to keep her drool under control, a liberal amount of the toxic glop oozes down over the hapless creature as the Koffing gives her a nice big smackeroo.

Weedle> The Weedle doesn't care about any toxic sludge! All she cares about is her lovely, sweet, beautiful kiss! <Oh! Thank you!> She squeaks as the muck glomphs down the side of her face. <I... I...> Her eyes stay tightly shut. <I... I'm still blind?! What?! Neither of you two are princes? What are the odds of that?!> A little of the poison drips into her mouth, and this she distastefully spits out.

Weedle> Hauser looks from his blushing Koffing, to the muck-covered bug, and back...and bursts out laughing; a mistake he soon regrets as the pain from his lip doubles him over, moaning in agony. Nails looks to her master, unsure of her next course of action, but no command is immediately forthcoming, it seems.

Weedle> "Weed!" The pokemon mutters an angry curse, spitting out another gross glop of sludge. <You're an awful kisser, too!> Eyes still clamped shut, the Weedle spins around, and clumsily begins making her way toward the heart of the forest, muttering little squeaks of how princesses like her don't deserve to be blind.

Weedle> Hauser stumbles to his feet, pointing to the Weedle. "Naild," he cries out, "dod't leddid ged abay! Daggle addag!" The Koffing stares blankly at her trainer, completely unaware of what he might be trying to say. Hauser jumps up and down angrily, stamping his feet. "Daggle addag! Daggle! DAGGLE, dabbit!" The Koffing blinks twice, before shrugging in the way only things with no shoulders can, and deciding to just use a tackle attack instead. Floating a few feet into the air, the poison pokemon emits a blast of hot gas, launching herself towards the bug at high speed.

Weedle> Grumble! The poison bug will never find a prince. No. She'll spend the rest of her life blind! -Blind-! Do you realize how anno - *pow!* The Weedle squeals as the Tackle attack connects with her side, sending her tumbling over into a tree. Bam! Crash. <... ow...> She squeaks quietly, falling over onto her side. This time, not dramatically. This time, quite painfully. <My poor... battled... blind... self...>

Somewhere a Meowth finds a shiny coin and tucks it carefully away. (Saving.)

Weedle> Hauser grins as best he can, reaching into his jacket pocket and withdrawing another pokeball. "Good wurg, Greedbald," he says, tossing the ball towards the downed bug.

Weedle> Hauser throws a Pokeball...
Weedle> ...and it fails.

Weedle> This Weedle, blind as she is, avoids the Pokeball quite by accident. <N... no! I cannot... let... an injury... stop me!> The Weedle rolls over onto her feet, just barely avoiding the Pokeball - that smashes into the tree. Speedily, the Weedle turns her head in some direction (by a stroke of luck, that facing away from Hauser) and limps off blindly in that direction. She understands why the two are so mad, though - they'll never get the chance to kiss such a beautiful creature ever again!

Weedle> Hauser stamps his foot angrily, reaching for another ball. "Dith dime," he mutters, snapping the next ball towards the Weedle. Crossing his fingers, he watches the results.

Weedle> Hauser throws a Pokeball...
Weedle> ...and it works.

Weedle> This Pokeball catches the Weedle quite by surprise. <Jealous.> She mumbles to herself. <They're just jealous of my-> Pop! She disappears into the Pokeball, which slams into her rear. The Pokeball bounces about slightly, but presently, it stops. Hauser now owns a, uh, sort of blind Weedle!

Weedle> Hauser walks over to the pokeball now containing the Weedle. Leaning down to pick it up, he reaches over to scratch Nails behind the...sphere. "Weou," he says, "Dad's dad. Now, led's ged going...I beed dum oidmend."

Weedle has been captured by Hauser. 'This Weedle thinks she's blind. Is she really blind? No. She simply closes her eyes as tightly as she can, hoping that one day a 'prince' will release her from her "blindness", which she claims was a curse cast upon her by an evil Butterfree. She pretends to be very sweet, but when things don't go her way, she can become very naggy and grouchy. Even if a prince -does- even happen to kiss her, she never will think she's not blind.' set as its staff note.